The ant finds kingdoms in a foot of ground But earth’s too small for something in our earth, We’ll make a new earth from the summer’s cloud, From the pure summer’s cloud. It was not that, It was not God or love or mortal fame. It was not anything he left undone. —What does Proportion want that it can lack? —What does the ultimate hunger of the flesh Want from the sky more than a sky of air?

He wanted something. That must be enough.

Now he rides Traveller back into the mist.